Lessons for the day..

I grabbed a young man at the brand-new sporting goods store today and asked him where one might find an exercise pole...you know, a really long one....one I could put up in the basement? The kind my husband could hook up for me so I wouldn't have to use him as a prop anymore?

Hmm.

At first there was an awkward moment of silence. Then, I noticed a few red faces (the young man's and my husband's.) Let's just say it took me all of five seconds to learn a few lessons...

 One: Make sure to use the correct term for the exercise pole. It's called a "ballet barre".

 Two: Never try to pose your leg as if that might help describe the ballet barre...

 Three: Make sure the young man actually works at the sporting goods store.

Holy Sports Authority! I've warped some young guy...forever. Again.

Name tags. Name tags are the ticket, people.